Time Heals Nothing

Fits of insecurity and paranoia
continue to gnaw their way
to the surface peeling away
pieces of my brain with vamp-like
fangs feeding on the flesh
that has only so recently
healed itself from a previous
attack of demonic splendor.
What shall become of me
should the evil thoughts
reign this blood bath of the mind?

E.M. Handly

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